I’ve cracked.  It’s official.  It’s only Wednesday.

The Roommate reminded me who she really is.  A hypochondria ct, a pathological liar, an exaggerator, and truly a dumb dramatic bitch.  She fronts this sweet little innocent dumb girl, and on the inside is planning her next attack.  GOD I am SO FLIPPIN GLAD to be moving out of there.  I’m not going to keep anything there, it’s all coming with me, I don’t trust her “you can keep it here until the new place is ready” B.S.!!!!!!!!!!

My day was going well, a little busy, but good.  I was maintaining a positive attitude, and taking a deep breath as to not get worked up.  Then the day went to shit.  Sneaky little friend of mine whom I bought the couches from (and she knows I told her I was going to pay her the other half PER OUR AGREEMENT on Friday…) and calls me on my desk phone.  This is so weird to me, because I didn’t even know she HAD that number.  Interesting.  Didn’t even try me on my personal, nor my work cell first.  Sneaky.  She tried to talk but I was so busy I said I’d call her later.  Every time she calls, she talks about how her new “career” ~stripping~ isn’t making her enough money.  I remind her “we agreed on money right away, and the other half on my next paycheck”… and she says she’s checking in, just to say hi, not to talk about that.  Even tho she asks…..  (picture me with a hardcore blank stare here)

My job apparently is considered “jack of all trades”… NOT by me.

I like is “I just assumed you would know”, or I love love:

Them: “hey, can you work with me on something real quick?”

Me: “I’m really busy, maybe later?  If it’s super quick I can probably help out…”

Them:  “Never mind, I can do it myself.”

THEN WHY DIDN’T YOU DO THAT IN THE FIRST PLACE?

Sigh.

I need a drink.